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Don't long for the unripe grape.
Don't long for the unripe grape.
Repentant tears wash out the stain of guilt.
Repentant tears wash out the stain of guilt.
He won't, won't he? Then bring me my boots.
He won't, won't he? Then bring me my boots.
Harp not on that string, madam; that is past.
Harp not on that string, madam; that is past.
Her tears will pierce into a marble heart.
Her tears will pierce into a marble heart.
The sense of death is most in apprehension,
And the poor beetle that we tread upon
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The sense of death is most in apprehension,
And the poor beetle that we tread upon
In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great
As when a giant dies.
Some mute, inglorious Milton here may rest.
Some mute, inglorious Milton here may rest.
Time hath often cured the wound which reason failed to heal.
Time hath often cured the wound which reason failed to heal.
